Grammy - Joell Ortiz

And the Grammy goes to

Open up that envelope

No, not those envelopes

My envelopes got a bag in 'em

J.U.S.T.I.C.E League

I don’t need your awards, that’s not what I look towards

I don’t want a reward for any song I record

I ain’t gotta look back to know that I’m movin' forward

I ain’t tryna compete, buy things that I can’t afford

I’m just doin' me, rhyming beautifully like the bluest sea

I mean, musically I’m like truancy

You gon' learn today there’s no schoolin' me

All my rap classmates knew not to fool with me

Check my rap sheet, two or three eulogies

Lock me up, lose the key for everything I do to beats

For those who wouldn’t sign me, I ain’t losin' sleep

I put the past behind me like we drew up a sweep

Came up rough, I know what to do with defeats

I turn all of those to motivational musical speech

Oh, and by the way, guess what I’m doin' to eat?

Yup, rappin', who cares about the snappin'

Of the pictures and the carpets and the fake hands clappin'

And the «should've been me’s» in all the afterparties acting

Like you having a good time, but you guzzling down 'yac and

Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same

I’m just tryna hit the booth with flames

Plus I suck at being corny so I don’t play them music games

All the politics is stupid lame

If you ain’t Billy Dance then I don’t cosign the shit y’all do for fame

A lot of y’all don’t know who I’m talkin' about

'Cause you ain’t from where they’ll mop you up when you walk out the house

We have nothing in common 'cept our love for rhyming

No nominee but y’all know what category I’m in

I don’t think any rapper could do me any harm

With this word designing, like a lineman, I defend my arm

But if you wanna step, then bring it on

And catch this hook, not the type that make you sing along

I may not ever win a Grammy

But I’m takin' care of me and my family, and that’s a win to me

(Okay, let me open this up

And the rap album of the year goes to)

I may not ever win a Grammy

But I’m takin' care of me and my family, and that’s a win to me

(Make some noise for 'em, woo

Alright, yeah)

How so?

I grew up in a single parent household

Pick up the house phone, it’s no dial tone

When the cable wasn’t out though

I would watch Tom and Jerry on the floor near a mouse hole

Intro to my life, but the outro

Much different, see them credits rolling down slow?

I’d like to thank God, I owe this to you

Thank Dennis for introducing me to the booth

I escaped holding nines in the projects

Now I’m an artist working on my ninth project

Somebody tell 9th Wonder I’m the object

Of rap discussion, why I ain’t get the Grammy nod yet?

Lot of politicking and some bottom kissing

I ain’t got the time, I’m renovating my mama kitchen

Did her bathroom since we ain’t have a pot to piss in

No more lobby pitching, this is honest living

Just left the hospital, seeing a fan that was in a car collision

And met another one with a heart condition

We had a lot of laughs, keepin' optimistic

Before I left, we took pics, I told the doctors, «Get in»

This real world, not a 'Gram post

Life turned into the story that my hands wrote

Man, I’m 'bout to world tour for the third time

All because of how crazy I make these words rhyme

Sold out shows, they cheering for me

I can’t believe that everyone here is for me

Last stop Moscow, minus twenty degrees

I’ma fly in from the snow and land on a beach

Relax in some water that’s clear as can be

I went from airing beef to airing these beats

If there ever was a day they was sharing a seat

I’m sure I wouldn’t have a problem preparing a speech

I may not ever win a Grammy

But I’m takin' care of me and my family, and that’s a win to me

(Okay, let me open this up

And the rap album of the year goes to)

I may not ever win a Grammy

But I’m takin' care of me and my family, and that’s a win to me

(Make some noise for 'em, woo

Alright, yeah)